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“
I
should
like
very
,
very
much
to
know
,
Dmitri
Prokofitch
.
.
.
how
he
looks
.
.
.
on
things
in
general
now
,
that
is
,
how
can
I
explain
,
what
are
his
likes
and
dislikes
?
Is
he
always
so
irritable
?
Tell
me
,
if
you
can
,
what
are
his
hopes
and
,
so
to
say
,
his
dreams
?
Under
what
influences
is
he
now
?
In
a
word
,
I
should
like
.
.
.
”
“
Ah
,
mother
,
how
can
he
answer
all
that
at
once
?
”
observed
Dounia
.
“
Good
heavens
,
I
had
not
expected
to
find
him
in
the
least
like
this
,
Dmitri
Prokofitch
!
”
“
Naturally
,
”
answered
Razumihin
.
“
I
have
no
mother
,
but
my
uncle
comes
every
year
and
almost
every
time
he
can
scarcely
recognise
me
,
even
in
appearance
,
though
he
is
a
clever
man
;
and
your
three
years
’
separation
means
a
great
deal
.
What
am
I
to
tell
you
?
I
have
known
Rodion
for
a
year
and
a
half
;
he
is
morose
,
gloomy
,
proud
and
haughty
,
and
of
late
—
and
perhaps
for
a
long
time
before
—
he
has
been
suspicious
and
fanciful
.
He
has
a
noble
nature
and
a
kind
heart
.
He
does
not
like
showing
his
feelings
and
would
rather
do
a
cruel
thing
than
open
his
heart
freely
.
Sometimes
,
though
,
he
is
not
at
all
morbid
,
but
simply
cold
and
inhumanly
callous
;
it
’
s
as
though
he
were
alternating
between
two
characters
.
Sometimes
he
is
fearfully
reserved
!
He
says
he
is
so
busy
that
everything
is
a
hindrance
,
and
yet
he
lies
in
bed
doing
nothing
.
He
doesn
’
t
jeer
at
things
,
not
because
he
hasn
’
t
the
wit
,
but
as
though
he
hadn
’
t
time
to
waste
on
such
trifles
.
He
never
listens
to
what
is
said
to
him
.
He
is
never
interested
in
what
interests
other
people
at
any
given
moment
.
He
thinks
very
highly
of
himself
and
perhaps
he
is
right
.
Well
,
what
more
?
I
think
your
arrival
will
have
a
most
beneficial
influence
upon
him
.
”
“
God
grant
it
may
,
”
cried
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
,
distressed
by
Razumihin
’
s
account
of
her
Rodya
.
And
Razumihin
ventured
to
look
more
boldly
at
Avdotya
Romanovna
at
last
.
He
glanced
at
her
often
while
he
was
talking
,
but
only
for
a
moment
and
looked
away
again
at
once
.
Avdotya
Romanovna
sat
at
the
table
,
listening
attentively
,
then
got
up
again
and
began
walking
to
and
fro
with
her
arms
folded
and
her
lips
compressed
,
occasionally
putting
in
a
question
,
without
stopping
her
walk
.
She
had
the
same
habit
of
not
listening
to
what
was
said
.
She
was
wearing
a
dress
of
thin
dark
stuff
and
she
had
a
white
transparent
scarf
round
her
neck
.
Razumihin
soon
detected
signs
of
extreme
poverty
in
their
belongings
.
Had
Avdotya
Romanovna
been
dressed
like
a
queen
,
he
felt
that
he
would
not
be
afraid
of
her
,
but
perhaps
just
because
she
was
poorly
dressed
and
that
he
noticed
all
the
misery
of
her
surroundings
,
his
heart
was
filled
with
dread
and
he
began
to
be
afraid
of
every
word
he
uttered
,
every
gesture
he
made
,
which
was
very
trying
for
a
man
who
already
felt
diffident
.
“
You
’
ve
told
us
a
great
deal
that
is
interesting
about
my
brother
’
s
character
.
.
.
and
have
told
it
impartially
.
I
am
glad
.
I
thought
that
you
were
too
uncritically
devoted
to
him
,
”
observed
Avdotya
Romanovna
with
a
smile
.
“
I
think
you
are
right
that
he
needs
a
woman
’
s
care
,
”
she
added
thoughtfully
.
“
I
didn
’
t
say
so
;
but
I
daresay
you
are
right
,
only
.
.
.
”
